REFLECTIONS

In the silent waves of a dream
lies my bare heartbeat
in awe, before a beauty
that never withers.

We die in every second we live,
and yet existence survives
But for a breath of hope
that wishes for a smile.

We truly owe nothing to none.
We play the game of Love
and seek pleasure and lust
with the purest intention.

Something remains unfulfilled.
It is the joy we accept and give,
its true dimension in our soul
in the thorny path we lead.

© Jean-Pierre Barakat